It was after school <br />deep in the tropics <br />just minding my own business <br />two larks flew across my windscreen <br />uttering shrieks of condemnation <br />seeing is believing so they say <br />so what was it I was believing if <br />I was blind to the everlasting <br />mayhem of distressed calls <br />love biting ankles and everlasting <br />unhappiness breaking through me <br />and out beyond <br />seeking which it never sought <br />Oh well another day flies by <br />without any recognition from anybody <br />I must have it what they call.... <br /> <br />The missing my own life <br />with a dog in labour <br />broken to the calls of <br />parasitic absolutes <br />funny I missed my bus it was calling.. <br />my name oh what of it <br />I must have dreamt this <br />this <br />this troublesome future <br />full of death <br />and things picked up <br />on the way <br />Oh oh hay what you want? <br />I havent narrated a story for nothing <br />so says me <br />with strings and nets <br />to catch something called <br />the day <br />Why not?<br /><br />James Wakelin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-have-found-my-tribe/
